DIS COR DANT

What would you

have me do

With the discordant notes

left

Within the echoing

walls of this

Abandoned hue

of blue

Where would you

have me throw

The vestiges of home

grown berries

Left rotting in this

discordant garden

We once walked through

And somehow

Plow

Around the harrowed

ground

That we had called

our own

Or the shadows

That linger

Where your hand

Once touched

The counters of

Succulent

Patterns

Now awashed

In frosty

Dusted snow

And I think about the mess

You left in the kitchen

The sink crying

Dripping in its

Aloneness

The silence is

Deafening

I cannot think

And my bones

Have turned into

Goo

Like the peanut butter and jelly

Still stuck

In the fridge

Besides the mayo

Hardening

Like the garden

In abandoned want

Disarray you had left

My life in tatters

Sinking into some kind of

Discordant arrangement…

 

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